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Memorial to a Future War By Meg Rice

Settling on a black wrought-iron bench At Riverside Memorial Garden, My gaze falls upon an undulating concrete wall. It surrounds a crisply curbed sidewalk that Partly encircles a round, unplanted patch of dirt.

Void of brass plaques, carved in soldiers’ names and dates, Unadorned gray cement walls stand silently. Waiting. I consider the reason for this vacant space. Could it be a work in progress, meant to memorialize a past war? Could it anticipate memorializing a current, bleeding war?

I contemplate the insanity; Of empty space, in this place, Reserved, preserved in concrete, Awaiting the end of the next new war, Finally to assign it a meaning.

I weep at the futility Of empty space, in this place, Reserved for the Next, New, War!